Oh my god. It’s hilariously bad. Emily Blunt looks like she’s been dressed in a mash-up of Cos and the now long closed Taaffe’s woollen shop in Galway. No self respecting young Irish woman would’ve been caught dead in trousers too short for her legs in 2005 (don’t know about now, I’m happily on the March towards crone-dom)
I usually love a cheesy romantic drama but this may be a bridge too far even for me. JM Synge called dudes, he wants his dialogue back.